Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.